A Cry In The Night Poem by Gerry Legister

Your voice kisses the breath of the morning wind
Snapping in the solemnity that bears a cry unto God.
Angels have come to earth; that in slumber seemed,
Were the winds creaking among the faith we once had?

Fire is our desire, hope is among the cool shadows,
Lovingly we rustle around the globe for answers.
From science and medics, a murmur pattern bestows,
Crystal knowledge they want nations in preserves.

Too many loud sounds compelled to join triumphal,
Noises with muffled cries distinguished the choice.
Before awakening to hear the pale and loitering call,
The cold world around swallowed up your voice.

You call before the nightfall floating cloud went past,
A cry in hopeful hum with the morning dew unto all.
In prayerful attack, it praises a worthy company ask,
Beauty and grace were greatly ablaze in a human temple.

Maybe it was stories of our minds echoing the times
Sound the alarm to wandering spirits everywhere.
You heard a voice in the wind where nature chimes,
Pain struck, like a mirrored numbness stripling stare.

Without oxygen bringing in the air, voices strained
Hidden in the spray with the soaking fear of dying.
Your kindled spark was a primeval force of God reign,
In solicitude, fears, anxieties, of uncertainty growing.

Angels in the room another wooden casement taken,
The Rectory manuscript pouring benevolent promised.
Hearts bound to every touch that God will restore again
The sanguine hearts listened but were not compromised.

They hath light in the darkening night of love and life,
Though the world bedimmed with a thousand mischiefs.
We see clearly from the lamp some fading glimmer left,
With bold pinions, harmony enthralled for our beliefs.

A cry in the night engaged prayers for pressing missions,
Forming a merged herd upon the rockery roads within.
You herald the penance with commission and omissions,
On earth, recital of woes troubles becoming more define.